High-speed text debut, the domain name of this site.(Bayi Chinese Net) Splendid Republic of China 152_ Section 152 New People for Old People from August 1 Chinese Network (.) Section 152 New People for Old People

The full moon wine of Bai Si Li's young son is very lively. Bayi Chinese Network.

The painting building sat in the crowd and was not particularly outstanding. As before, she was the eldest and youngest grandmother of the Bai family, not the illustrious Overseer Lady of Yuzhou.

After the banquet, the guests left one after another.

The painting building accompanies the old lady Bai and talks to the visitors; The matter of sending off guests for entertainment is all handed over to the third and fourth daughters-in-law.

Seeing that the old lady Bai doted on the painting building very much, the old lady of a good family teased her: "I haven't seen you spoil your daughter-in-law like this." Others think it's your daughter! ”

Mrs. Bai smiled: "My daughter is only a fate of more than ten years, so she has the surname of someone else's surname; My daughter-in-law is a lifelong fate, and her surname is my family's surname. Isn't it closer than kissing your daughter? ”

Everyone laughed.

It was getting late, the lights were on, and the lively wave at home was gradually fading.

At dinner, Hualou said that he had no appetite, so he took a bowl of millet porridge and drank it slowly.

She glanced at the wall clock on the wall from time to time, and muttered in her heart: Does Murong Bancheng really not know the time to fight with her?

A family member hurriedly ran in, and his voice was anxious: "Master, wife, something big happened: someone from the Murong family came to report the funeral, saying that the wife of the in-law family had gone." ”

The painting floor was relieved.

She stood up, deliberately changing her face, her body swaying slightly.

The fourth daughter-in-law hurriedly helped her: "Sister-in-law......

The painting floor followed her hand and passed out.

She closed her eyes and could hear the anxious cries of the crowd. When she opened her eyes again, her eyes were full of tears, she took the old lady Bai's hand and cried: "Mother." My mom was fine yesterday, why did she ......?"

Mrs. Bai also wet her eyes, and comforted the painting building: "Good boy, life is impermanent, don't be sad......"

The painting building changed into plain clothes, accompanied by two maids, and took her adjutant to Murong's house for mourning.

Murong Bancheng looked at her with a look of malice and resentment. I can't tear her apart. The painting floor did not look at him, his eyes gently swept over him, looking at the rosewood coffin in the middle hall, tears in his eyes, and his expression was sad.

Several women stepped forward to comfort her. Cry with her and call her the third sister, or the third aunt and grandmother. I don't know any of them, I just think it's too sad and doesn't socialize with them.

Crying and crying, some fainted on the mourning hall.

I don't know which one was in charge, so I asked the maid to help her go to the backyard to rest.

He closed the door and climbed out of the back window. Adjutant Yi caught her and said in a low voice, "Madam, Master Murong asked you to go to the small gate in the southwest corner......

The painting building rushed over and saw a car parked there.

The officer who jumped down was someone from Han Overseer. Baidu search Bayi Chinese . Look at the latest chapter// He pointed to the woman in the black thick dress who fell into a coma in the car, and said in a low voice: "Madam, I will send people to Nanchang Mansion first, and you will pass by Nanchang Mansion on your way back." I'll have someone take her on the train and meet you!" ”

Hualou's eyes lit up slightly, and he really said that he had worked hard, and asked Adjutant Yi to give them four hundred yuan.

The uniform insisted on not wanting it, and said, "We, the Overseer, say that Lady White is the benefactor of the Overseer, and that the Overseer paid us when we came. Let us not neglect our ladies, and let us not take half of her money. It's a military order, ma'am! Put your money away! ”

Hualou took the money from Adjutant Yi's hand, personally stuffed it into the officer's pocket, and said earnestly: "Go to Nanchang Mansion and wait for me for a few days." She also has to eat, drink, and live in the hotel, and come with the most expensive ones. If you don't take my money, I can't make you spend it!" Take it! ”

That's it.

There are no street lights in the ancient alleys, and they are dark. The cars were gone, and the alleys were quiet again, with the occasional dog barking, which was so quiet.

Three days later, the old lady Murong went out of the funeral, and the painting floor was dressed in linen and filial piety and followed in the crowd. Murong Bancheng held the portrait of the old lady, his face was like ashes, and his expression was dull and he walked at the front of the funeral procession. The snow-colored paper money in the sky is staggering, more graceful than the catkins, and lighter than snowflakes.

The suona blows a mournful tone, and the sound is tear-jerking.

She couldn't help but burst into tears.

Su Yingsleeve, who was imprisoned by the old era, was scattered in dust and turned into a piece of loess.

At the turn of the old and new eras, there are always some people who go faster and integrate into the new system; Some people wander between the old and the new, while others have been resting on their laurels, shrinking themselves in the shadow of the old era and rejecting the sunshine and rain of the new era.

But whether it is voluntary or forced, it must always move forward with the times.

The painting building is the person who pushes Su Ying's sleeve forward and leaves behind the old era. She didn't know if she was aggressive, if she was pushing too fast. But she knew that the road was right.

The restraint on women's three obedience and four virtues and the imprisonment of human nature in that decadent era, with the footsteps of the new era, should be abandoned.

After the funeral, Murong Bancheng fell ill.

In front of his sickbed, Murong Hualou saw his wife and children. His wife, Murong Chen, is tall and white, slightly blessed, although not as beautiful as Su Ying's sleeves, she is also a symbol of beauty. His eldest daughter Murong Huaying is sixteen or seventeen years old, as tall as the painting building, and her appearance is even more similar to the painting building, and the two are like twin sisters.

The second daughter, Murong Tingting, is seven or eight like Murong Chen.

In the past, when the painting building was still in the Bai family, Murong Tingting often went to the Bai family as a guest, and Murong Huaying never came to the door.

Now that I think about it, I probably don't want to add quarrels to others.

Murong Chen didn't care about the painting building, and only cared about talking to other brothers and sisters-in-law.

The painting building didn't feel anything, and stood for everyone to look at.

Murong Huaying looked at Murong Painting Building, as if she saw herself in the mirror, and was stunned for a while. The other children of Old Lady Murong have seen very few of them grow up in the painting building. Her arrival seemed to be a gimmick, and there was a faint whisper for a while.

Murong Chen's face was so angry that his face turned red and white for a while, and he glared at Hualou viciously.

The painting building should only be invisible.

She stepped forward to speak to Murong Bancheng, and her voice was clear: "Big brother, you are well recuperate." When my brother is older, I'll bring him back to see you...... Or when he gets married and starts a business, he takes you to take a look, you must take care of your body and grow in the future. ”

Murong Bancheng didn't matter whether it was voluntary or not, in the end he figured it out and asked the painting building to take Mrs. Murong away, without spending too much effort on the painting building. For this alone, the painting building still retains three points of sympathy for him and makes some hopes. Let him miss something.

Others only thought she was talking about Murong Bancen.

Murong Bancheng's eyes suddenly brightened, and his sick voice was a little hoarse: "When will you return to Yuzhou?" Big brother doesn't send you, you are careful on the road. ”

"I will!" She smiled. The slightly curved arc of his eyes was the same as that of Murong Bancheng, Murong Chen was shocked to see it, and others were even more stunned.

When the painting building left, Murong Huaying, the eldest daughter of Murong Bancheng, said, "I'll send the third aunt." ”

Out of Murong Bancheng's courtyard gate. Murong Huaying showed Chen's disdain and arrogance, and said condescendingly to the painting building: "Don't you come back in the future, do you hear?" Your mother is dead, your grandfather is gone, you and that little chopper should never come back to Lincheng again! If it weren't for your mother's vixen. My dad and my mom and our family wouldn't have had so much to do! ”

The corners of Murong Hualou's lips were slightly upturned, but his eyes were quiet and traceless, and the light of his faint eyes fell on Murong Huaying, and his voice revealed a soft and bone-eroding softness: "Only losers will speak badly and hurt others!" Only a ragged shrew will spit obscenities! You've got a good skin. ”

With that, he turned around and left.

It turned out that Bancen's life in Lincheng was not easy. The father is not there. The brother and sister-in-law insulted their orphans and widows, and even the little niece called him a miscellaneous man.

It's still a peaceful life for a small family.

Murong Huaying, who was hung in place by Murong Painting Building, was so angry that her face turned purple, and she couldn't say a word to refute it for a long time, and her eyes showed a fierce light at her back.

She met her third aunt a few times when she was a child, and she never showed up when she grew up.

Today is the first time we have met, but she doesn't like Murong Painting Building. She looks so much like herself. It's like making people's hearts hairy.

After Mrs. Murong's funeral, the painting building stayed at the Bai family for five or six days, accompanying Mrs. Bai to talk about family life and visit relatives and friends.

Finally, the old lady said, "I know you are filial!" It's better to go back to Yuzhou earlier, if you are really filial, give me a good news during the New Year! ”

The painting building was most afraid of this topic, and it was embarrassing.

When I go back. It's not too peaceful on the railroad either. From time to time, special trains of political and military dignitaries would go south, and ordinary trains would have to stop and give way, sometimes for four or five hours. Occasionally, there would be inspections, and they would stop for another four or five hours.

Those ordinary travelers don't seem to be surprised, and they don't complain.

The painting building is reading crookedly. Not much to say.

When the train arrived at Nanchang Mansion, Han Overseer's men sent Su Yingsleeve to the station. The mother and daughter went south in the same carriage, and the painting building took care of her.

Su Shi saw that Murong Hualou was very nervous about her, so he smiled: "Mom is fine!" ”

Out of Lincheng, her initial uneasiness and trepidation gradually faded, the brows that had been suppressed for many years were slightly loose, and her white cheeks were bright and shining. A woman who is nearly forty years old, but she has the charming demeanor of twenty-seven or eighteen years old, and the years are still on her face, leaving no traces.

The car entered Yuzhou Station, and it was Adjutant Zhou who came to pick up the painting building.

He smiled and said, "Madame has worked hard along the way, the overseer has something to do, let his subordinates pick you up." ”

Adjutant Yi looked at the reluctance of the Overseer when his wife left, and thought that the Overseer would definitely come in person, but he was a little disappointed that it was just Adjutant Zhou. On the contrary, Hualou's eyes were calm, and he smiled softly: "There is Adjutant Lao Zhou." ”

The painting building turned around and helped Su Ying, who was slow to move and wore a black net, and said with a smile: "Adjutant Zhou, send us to the hotel first." ”

Adjutant Zhou was shrewd and sophisticated, and didn't ask anything.

After booking a luxury suite at the Wuguo Hotel, the painting floor smiled at Su Shi: "Mom, there are many people in the family, you live here first." Wait until I go back and arrange the small mansion, and then bring Bancen to see you. ”

He also left Adjutant Luo here to take care of it.

Back at the official residence, Bai Yunling ran over as lightly as a lark and hugged the painting building: "Sister-in-law, you're back, I miss you so much!" ”

Lou laughed and said she missed them too.

But I feel that the living room is a little different.

The blue woolen sofa that was the favorite of the painting building was replaced by a milky white leather sofa.

She sighed: "Why did you change the furniture?" ”

Bai Yunling's expression was slightly gloomy, and he hung his head and did not speak.

There was the sound of cars outside.

Through the glass window of the living room, you can see the shiny leather boots on the feet of the person who pushes the door open......

She curled her lips and smiled.

watched Bai Yungui turn around and lead a beautiful woman to get out of the car. The red and fiery Kraft thick dress dragged to the ground, the thick green silk curled over the shoulders, the smile was sweet, and the sweet snuggling was sweetly nestled in the arms of Bai Yungui.

Bai Yunling also saw it, and her voice was stunned: "Sister-in-law, Aunt Rong Zhou has moved to the official residence......"

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There will be a more later, ask for pink. (To be continued)

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